Fruit of Soil! ! !

Luck is the same
for Man and flower
I think they have
The same birth star.

Flower and man
Man and flower
Start their lives
From lap of soil

Pass through the stages
Of their lives,
Get their nourishment
From the kind soil;

So soil is the mother
Of man and flower
Their start and end
Both are same
Their only difference is
in their names.

But when Time comes
They get withered.
And again lie back
In the soft and kind
Lap of soil…
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poem by Shahzia Batool
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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